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by Claire Croxton
Description: Caroline Clayton's sister, Gabriella, is getting married . . . to Caroline's former fiance, Albert. Instead of drowning her sorrows in a vat of ice cream, Caroline recruits her sultry co-worker, Raul Sobrevilla, to be her wedding date. Showing up with Mr. Hotter Better Sexier has the desired effect. Both Gabriella and Albert are jealous and Caroline's mother is speechless for the first time in history. Even Caroline's dad is happy with that result. Raul Sobrevilla hired on at Synergy so he could work with the best, Caroline. When she asks him to attend the wedding in Santorini, Greece, he sees it as an opportunity to prove to her that he's her perfect partner both at the office and in the bedroom.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Champagne Rose, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [382 KB]
Reading time: 234-327 min.
"Yes, we do!" He sat up in the chair and reached for my hand. "I love you, Caroline. I can't believe I dumped you for Gabi. You're so much more woman than her."
"Yes, I know. You've pointed that out on several occasions." I didn't think he was referring to my girth, but you never knew with him.
"I was a fool. Led on by the promise of tender, thin thighs. I was vain enough to be flattered by the attention of someone as beautiful as Gabi. Now I know what they mean about surface and inner beauty. You're the true beauty, Caroline."
"For God's sake, Albert. Listen to yourself. You aren't capable of giving me a compliment. What makes you think you love me?"
"I just gave you a huge compliment." He looked at me confused.
"Saying you were flattered by the attention of my skinny sister and that I have inner beauty is not a compliment. Trust me! That's almost as bad as saying I have 'such a pretty face.'"
"But you do."
"Goddammmit, Albert, stop before I deck you." My tone startled him. "You are about superficial, outer beauty and care about what people think. You need a trophy wife to make yourself feel good. You have the depth of a Florida snow." He looked at me totally dumbfounded by my analogy. "Snow in Florida. Not very deep. Melts quickly. Give me a break, I'm working under pressure here."
"That's what I love about you. You can make analogies, even if no one understands them." He reached for me again.
"NO!" I yelled at him, trying to pierce the fog of scotch. Apparently, it was louder than I thought because Raul was in the room instantly.
"Did he hurt you?" he demanded.
"Oh great. Ricky Ricardo to the rescue," Albert sneered and grabbed the glass of scotch off the table and used it to salute him before taking another gulp.